Arrival

[letsplayamod]

The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.

And each of you said yes, more or less.

A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.

The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.

If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.

-A

Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.

But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.

Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.

Comments

[markofnobility]

I was not sure what I thought. There is a talking cat here.

[latinumsbetter]

...you know, I was wondering if whoever that statue was made after is some ancestor of the Caitians or Kzinti.

[because of course Star Trek has cat-like aliens.]

[markofnobility]

You are saying words to me, but I am at a complete loss.

[latinumsbetter]

Caitians and Kzinti are Federation races that kind of look like Earth cats.

[markofnobility]

Ah. I see.

[Cat people to go along with birds and pegasi and Quark. He squares his shoulders, taking a deep breath]

I apologize. I am not trying to be difficult. This is a lot to take in and I find myself rather overwhelmed.

1/2

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark blinks at that, clearly not expecting the apology. He shifts a bit at that, some of the tension going out of his shoulders even as he looks wrongfooted]

...yeah, well.

2/2

[latinumsbetter]

[he scoffs a bit]

Include some bowing and scraping and maybe I'll forgive you.

[sarcastically, waving a hand]

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand's mood brightens considerably. He knows banter. He can do banter.]

A man of my standing does not scrape! But...

[He puts his hand to his chest and dips slightly. More a head bob than a real bow, but not too dissimilar to the much deeper one he would give Athena later on]

[latinumsbetter]

What, you call that a bow?

[Quark shakes his head, tsking]

Am I supposed to be impressed or something? Where's the flair?

[markofnobility]

What?! You doubt my capabilities?

[He steps back and instead does a grand sweeping bow- foot back as well as one arm, upper body low enough that some would topple over. But his balance and poise are immaculate. After all, he is a master in all things noble and courtly.]

[latinumsbetter]

Well now you're just showing off.

[markofnobility]

Yes, yes I am.